Some days you wake up, you feel productive and you start your day and are ready for whatever comes at you...
other days however, leave you cold and uncaring, ready to despise what may come and the thought of leaving
your bed makes you shiver and moan, makes you gasp for air as if you were drowning...

Lost at sea, looking for something to grasp onto, only to find more water... slowly losing sanity and losing control
over whatever you held onto for normalcy... nothing is there, it's just intangible and fleeting... and it makes you realize
just how powerless and futile your struggle is...